Tumbling down through long
corridors
Of time, come many memories of you.
Like a bull toying with the toreadors,
I have treasured, the years, quite a few!
Millie and you, trouncing me at games,
Skip-Bo you called it but 'twas not fair,
The odds of losing so many, just too damn rare!
The art of “pencil whipping,”... you dames,
Have it all down pat, don't even
blink,
When deuce after deuce comes tumbling,
From out'en yur sleeve. A sly little wink,
Never even caught you cheat-mumbling!
But then you must consider Ms.
Vanna White,
How you tried, but miserably lost the fight,
I stomped your ass at the spinning Wheel,
It was easy, Lil, no great big deal!
Alex Trebec looms large in my
mind,
Jeopardy we played, joined with our wits,
In combat we engaged but you were to find,
My facile memory, you thought was the pits!
I pen you this verse on
Wednesday's eve,
To pass to you 39th bleatings,
But then, thinking back, not mistaken, I believe...
Forty One times before, I mouthed these greetings!
Gotta duck and run, I am sorry to
relate,
Things I must do, sundry places to see,
Along life's path it has been my fate,
To love you dearly, you mean much to me.
Written by Dale E. Malone, Are
you 39 years old?
The Great & Wonderful Kahuna wants to know!
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modified: April 26, 2009